From Ann Glover O’Dell’s Midwifing the Soul:
Forgetting that we come from holy water,
that we once were the river,
we soon are frightened of its power, its depth
and what might lie within.
Mammals we think ourselves to be
and use the river to our own chief ends
unmindful of our once connectedness.
Rites of cleansing followed still religiously
in ways prescribed by ancients who
perhaps knew something of the mystery
but knew not how to give the secrets hidden there.
Dare we risk ourselves to plumb our
inner ocean? to let the whale devour
without assurance we’ll survive?
to dream there might be life too deep to fathom
and being tossed on shore we’d breathe again?
Perhaps the frequent washing of our souls
that tears provide
might also give a glimpse
of living water yet reserved
for us alone within the sacred font.
From Celia’s Images in a Reflecting Pool; a Journal:
Why do I seem to need to have permission to be happy—never to spoil it by worry?
A Course in Miracles says, “I can escape from the world I see by giving up attack thoughts.” (W-pI.23) Jesus means that the “real world,” a dream granted by the Holy Spirit, is without the conflicts that most of us experience in the modern, work-a-day, world. The miracle comes about because of inner changes in a person.
Even the most conflicted day loses its punching power when one looks out on the chaos from a soft and warm heart.